(Equipto)
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I remember he told me... calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down
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Ya, God forgets my soul when I'm doing bad
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the pain I'm feelin when living life too fast
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so calm down were the words that I heard last
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my ear drums are still numb from the first blast
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I couldn't turn back past the grave into my head for the dead
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putting ash in graves
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and I smoke with the spirit so feel me rise
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over the clouds for now up until we die, it's like that
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I set off through the star spangled
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looking for a light to guide me to an angel
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gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers
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when everythings dark my heart is full of anger
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(Nikatina)
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I rather be a bull for a day than a goat forever
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my life is a joke so whatever
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man prime time reason and rhyme, you know the rhyme be the reason
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sling shots and Chuck Taylors, it's the season
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there is no state of the art or no special effects
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it's just money, politics, and these projects
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can you imagine yo a playboy thats kickin it live
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but in his own damn mind yo hes doin time
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now thats deeper than the craters on the moon
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crushin up weed in the back dressing room
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I hate to be greedy but I love to be greedy
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hope the little guy love me but dont be me
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I do it like a gene, blaze in a beenie
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life time contract and no you cant free me, Queezy
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(Equipto)
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ya we live and die it's all for the cash flow
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dont give replies, I'm high and we act cold
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i dont know why I couldnt explain
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lost focus of the love in the innocent way, live for the day
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hey I'ma escape to the music, to try to make up for all the wrong that I'm doin
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I swear I know better, but so far gone
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and no gaurd hear the cry out in every song
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it's upon everybody through moods of stars
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rise and fall im there with my open arms
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(Nikatina)
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man it's such a rush that I get when the money is spent, and all the dope is lit,
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man this is how I repent, I keep a devils eye on tigas that spit the gift
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and is it true in the after; like the souls adrift?
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thats kamakazi logic, man the ghetto is the topic
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you trying to cop it, you gotta sell it then you drop it
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it's like its hot cause if its not then the plot starts to thicken
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I'm sorry but moneys a religion, fly like a pigeon
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man whats your decision? the homies is waiting in the Fillmoe division
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rap life living, fast cars driven, it's something like prison
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but this is how we listen, listen
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go ahead and bounce homie... get up outta here... get up outta here... it's like that... it's like that...
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it's like that... it's like that...
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That Pt. 2
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Andre Nickatina |